I sit there typing the last bit of an email on the computer and all of a sudden a small golden key on a small silver key ring drops onto the table a few inches from my left arm. I stop typing, my fingers are still on the keyboard, and I turn my head slightly and observe the key.
The key looks oddly familiar in both its shape and size, but I can’t recall the exact purpose of it. I consider whether or not to pick it up and before I can make up my mind, he gives me a hint.
He leans in and whispers in my ear, “That’s for if I call you tonight.” His breath is warm but his words sinisterly cold. These words made my blood boil and my body weak.
I feel insulted but he continues, “Think it over.”
At this point, I’m beyond confused. He stands there for a second, gives a slight nod of the head, turns and leaves.
I turn my head and watch him from the corner of my eye.
After a few steps he stops. He twists towards me and as if he realized the harshness in his previous statement he says, “I mean, if you decide no, at least you know it’s there. The feeling’s there.”
This time around, his tone softer, voice gentler, and his words are sincere. For once they were sincere.
I feel the edges of my mouth begin to form a smile, but I can’t say I’m happy. I want to look back and tell him that I already have my answer. If only he could look into my eyes for a split second then he would have known.
But I don’t turn. In fact, I just continue typing.
© estalement 2007
